you?
No, wait! Whoa!
Why are you here?
You're alive! Where's Jack?
Unfortunately, he's alive too.
Now get on! Move it!
I emptied the clip!
I put more bullets in.
.38 caliber don't fit. 45 caliber!
That's why I'm here. Ammunition. Help!
You made me slap my hand!
Why am I wearing all this?
Strip down for efficiency!
He ruined my gun. $1000!
- These?
- I need. 45s.
Those are long and thin!
I need. 45, short and fat.
Short and fat.
You checked in.
Bless you for staying with me.
You're not going any place.
I'm standing here, and you
and your bullets won't get by.
We're staying alive.
Candice, quit helping.
Listen, I didn't ask you
to come up here and save me.
I came up here to save myself.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Well, I guess it's like what Wes says:
"When it comes down to it,
it's every man for himself.
And no man is an island.
And some men are peninsulas. "
- What?
- I don't want you to die.
Don't kiss my ass now.
- You're my friend!
- Too late for that.
Jack, let's talk!
Not interested.
Somebody's trying to kill me.
I would get away from the window.
Can't anyone look
without breaking a window?
I didn't even have this house
paid for.
White platoon, get across the front
and lay down perimeter fire.
I can't go into battle wearing this.
How will I draw? Or reload?
Or move with cat-like swiftness?
Just guard the briefcase.
It holds the future.
Throw out your weapons!
How do you feel now,
Mr. Bigshot-gun-for-hire?
Those are my people!
One of you fire a warning shot.
My friends are trigger-happy.
Go say we're coming out.
"We"? I ain't going out.
I can't face them
if he's in here still alive.
You think I'll let you shoot me
so you'll look good?
- You crazy.
- Chicken.
Stop bickering and think!
I will count to five, at which time,
if you have not surrendered...
...I'll give the command to open fire.
- He tried to kill me.
- Who shot first?
I didn't put a hole in your jacket.
- Look!
- One.
Who tried to make a deal? Me!
Then who shoots up the trees?
Yeah, you!
- I was nervous.
- Two.
- What about me?
- You're so cool you piss ice cubes.
Check weapons.
It's hereditary in my family.
Nerves, colitis...
Must be horrible having colitis.
- They must hear you coming.
- Three.
These are wonderful. You'll love it.
Rolaids!
- Hurry up, I need one.
- Oh, God.
Want a Rolaid?
I got some Valium if you want.
Take aim.
It's okay. You can all go home.
Thanks for coming. We don't need you.
Send out the vermin!
- This can be settled peacefully.
- No, it can't.
Send him out or we open fire.
What's the matter with you?
Suddenly everybody wants
to shoot everybody!
You've been around here too long.
You're waiting... no, hoping...
for this country to fall apart.
You got paper targets
that look like real people...
...so you can kill
with no more thought...
...than putting a hole
in a piece of paper.
Are you guys insane?
Just knock each other off right now.
You can start with me
if that's what we're coming to.
If you're the future,
I don't want to see it!
This could be a trick.
"As our beloved General Douglas
MacArthur once said:
The soldier, above all other people...
...prays for peace.
For he must suffer and bear...
...the deepest wounds
and scars of war.
The soldier is the noblest development
of mankind.
But no brute instinct
can take the place...
...of divine help. "
Horse shit.
- Dad!
- Go back.
This scumbag's gonna die!
- What are you doing?
- I got the drop on him!
Go to the car. Now.
Get out of here, old man!
Take that hippie girl!
Know what's wrong with you?
You're meek.
They'll inherit the earth!
To the depth of six feet!
I'm going to blow his mind!
He's going to be bloody!
He'll be a steaming hunk of goo!
I'll tear his ears off
and hang them in my car...
...like furry dice!
We'll put his eyes there
so he can see what I said!
You were my favourite...
Then I'll make a tire
of his intestines!
Talk soft.